{ Frailty }

So this is

Frailty.

And it is terrifying.

These limbs are but shadows of the powerful

Arms and legs they were before.

This heartbeat is but a whisper of the pounding

Pulse is used to be.

And these eyes are but clouded versions of the piercing

Lights they once were.

And now these muscles have slacked

So that this body feels a burden too heavy to bear.

And these fingers have fall'n limp

So that they cannot hold the pen they are so accustomed

To cradling

Between their feeble tips.

And thus this frailty

Taunts my being with a malice marked by memories--

Memories of what once was

And is no more.